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The forest around you was dark as you tried to move as quickly but as quietly as possible through the trees and overgrown brush. If you were too loud his ridiculously good hearing would give you away in a heartbeat, but if you lingered you knew he would sniff you out. Your mental image of him, large black wolf fur hood blocking out the cold with the blood red preserved eyes just below his unused goggles stalking you in the chilled forest, had your heart pounding. Unfortunately loud enough to leave you unaware of the slightest crack of the bush where he crouched, waiting for the best moment to pounce.
Truthfully you had no chance of evading him. The bright red hooded coat, with just enough padding to ward off the chill ensured that. A background made up of dark browns mixed with the occasional unsaturated greens of pine needles had you standing out far more than you probably realized. He could appreciate the stealth effort you were putting in, but it was a little too late now, his appetite only growing the longer he watched you throughout the woods.
By the time his claws are sinking into the back of your coat, escape is quickly fleeing your mind, the combination of zippers and buttons that would take far too long to undo or break free of only offering you the option of tearing your only protection from the cold to ribbons. Which your pride unfortunately forces you to do. Even enjoying the thrill of him hunting you, the desire to make him work harder for it has you sprinting forward between two trees as he growls low in his throat at your fight. “Häschen, you should know better than to think you can escape me.”
With how deep his voice sounds in his chest you can barely hear it as you tear off into the forest, all stealth abandoned in favor of putting as much distance between the two of you as you can. His heavy footfalls echo behind you, forcing you to run faster, chest tight and heart pounding as you begin to panic as he keeps the pace with no issue. “You’ll have to be quicker~” The warmth of his breath over your now bare shoulder and back has you pivoting the opposite direction, nearly choking on the breath you gasp in as his muscular forearm catches you around the middle instead of allowing you to escape. “I’ve caught you now, Häschen.”
You feel like a rabbit with the way your heart pounds in your chest, pulse roaring in your ears as you stare up into the darkness beneath his wolf pelt helmet. It feels as though you see a flash of red before he’s baring his unnaturally sharp canines and leaning in to nip at your throat. The lack of bloodshed startles your racing mind for a moment, before his fangs are slicing through your skin like butter. Pain burns through your chest, but the heat only mixes with the arousal still pooled in your gut to make a surprisingly strong cocktail of desire and fear, even as tears bead on your lash line.
“König-” His clawed hand startles a whine out of you where the darkened pinpricks of his nails dig into your cheeks, cutting your whimper of his name off. “I am the Wolf, mein Häschen.” His nails linger in your skin long enough to have blood slowly sliding down to your chin, before you give the smallest nod. König releases you at that, dragging a finger down the warm line of your blood just to bring the coated digit to his lips. Your blood already stains the creases of his lips as well as his teeth from the bite to your throat, but he seems to savor this blood more shockingly long tongue coming out to lap the crimson fluid from his thumb.
“So sweet…” While he isn’t speaking directly to you, the lustful and almost awed tone of his voice has you squirming in his hold, a sharp gust of wind through the trees reminding you of your mostly naked upper body. “Mr. Wolf, is there anything I can do for you to warm me up?” It must be a trick of the fading light, the way the ears on his helmet seem to perk for a moment, before laying flat again as he lets out an unfairly arousing and warm laugh against your collarbone. “Getting out of those pants would be a good place to start.” Königs blunt words have you blushing, reaching to grip at his firm arms position against your waist, before he’s slipping his clawed hand down to cut into the waistband of your pants.
You wriggle again in his grasp, but the sharpness at your hip has your pants pooling around your ankles, leaving you bare besides your underwear in his fully clothed arms and full combat garb. He lifts you out of the fabric like it's nothing, moving your bare back to the rough bark of one of the trees to shove you upwards. The chill around you has another shiver racing through you, but he leans in to put his hot mouth back against your throat, lapping at the blood that had dripped there.
You startle at the sharp teeth breaking your skin again, his full body weight pinning you to the tree as he simultaneously breathes hot and heavy enough to feel all the way down your torso. As his teeth leave your throat, his claws follow in their wake, little points divoting the slightest bit into the thin skin there to have you gulping. His fingers tensing the slightest bit is your only warning before he's cutting off your air flow with thick fingers.
A growl rumbles through Königs’ chest at the way you gasp combined with the appealing smear of blood covering your throat. He feels your throat bob beneath his fingers twice in an effort to gulp in some air before he tightens their hold, unable to stop himself from baring his bloody teeth down at you in an attractively threatening grin. “Let me remove those too, Häschen.” König chooses this moment to remind you of his other clawed hand keeping you up, the claws giving your thin underwear the same treatment your pants had gotten and finally leaving you naked against the tree. Your yelp is silent without the air to project it, but the large man still leans in as close to your mouth as the pelt on his head will allow, letting up the slightest bit just to hear the desperate way you suck in breath.
Where he’d been careful with his claws before, the needy way you try to lean up from the tree to meet his bloodstained lips has him reckless, growling again before pressing you back against the bark with his tongue and tearing claws at your hip. It only takes three rough clashes of your mouths before your lip is split on one of his too-sharp canines, his fingers at your throat tightening again at the sweet taste of your blood bursting over his tongue. His other hand smears through the sluggishly bleeding cut at your hip, drawing mindless red patterns up your side as you begin to squirm against him again for more air.
As König finally lets you gasp another shallow breath, his bloody fingers slip around from your side to rub against your previously neglected sex. With great effort he drags himself away from the tempting taste of your lips, attention obviously needed elsewhere as his fingers slip further to rub your precum into your entrance. You use your barely gained breath to whine up at him, wiggling just enough to try and get one of his clawed fingers inside of you, before he clicks his tongue at you. “My claws will shred you to bits, so I’ll use my tongue.” His statement has you shivering again, eyes widening when you catch a quick glimpse of his sharp canines glinting for a moment, before he's ducking out of your line of sight.
A cold gust of wind has you nearly curling down around him for warmth, but instead you bring your hands from where they’d been against the trees trunk to grab the fur of his helmet. You expect it to be cold, but the fur is nearly as warm as his mouth sliding down your front, long tongue leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Königs claws still at your throat dig into the thin skin hard enough to have you whimpering louder, drawing a hungry chuckle from his chest before he releases his hold on your neck.
You only have a few seconds before he’s moving said hand down the path his tongue had just taken, leaving four fresh welts from his bloodied claws, before his warm breath huffing against your exposed sex has all thoughts fleeing your mind. He laughs again slightly lower pitched this time, something that has arousal roiling through you hotter than before as his long molten hot tongue is pressing inside of you. Each hungry lap has him pulling you further down the tree, uncaring of the scrapes and cuts the rough bark leaves on your bare back, as he loses himself in his task. Königs own moan is muffled by your skin, pressing him as close as you can with your grip on his furred helmet, even as you feel his arms flex beneath where they move from your hips to keep your thighs open.
It’s impossible to focus on anything but his heat inside of you as his tongue curls deeper still, flicking just the slightest bit against the sensitive nerve deep inside of you, before pulling back just as quickly as he’d started. You try to pull him back by the grip on his head, but he barely needs to exert any effort to keep himself far enough away to keep you desperately tugging at him. He allows you to squirm and tug at him for a long moment, before finally leaning up and to the side to sink his sharp teeth into the soft skin of your thigh, huffing out an aroused growl at the blood that seeps through his bite and the pained jolt your body gives in response.
“I need to fuck you now, Häschen.” Königs’ voice is deeper than you’re used to, almost rolling in his throat as he moves up with his claws curled in the backs of your knees. Your arousal hazed mind is almost impressed by the ease he has you nearly bent in half, body weight supported by just his huge hands and the large bulge grinding through his thick pants against your sopping exposed sex. You weakly drop your hands from his fur, stroking briefly over his blood stained chin before sliding shaking fingers past all his buckled on gear to the plastic buckles holding his belt closed.
The chill of them against your fingers almost has you flinching back, but Königs’ helmet once again entirely invading your view keeps you on task, clicking them both open before going for the frigid metal button and zipper. He keeps moving up to allow himself to lick into your mouth, the salty metallic taste of your blood strong enough to make you groan against him, before your lust filled body is finally pulling his heavy cock free. Even though this was far from the first time you’d been with him, the heft of his cock was still intimidating enough for you to have a passing worry of whether he would fit with the bare bones preparation his tongue had provided.
“Kö-uh Mr. Wolf, I-i don’t think it’ll fit…” Your voice is breathless when he finally breaks the kiss, lips splitting into a bloody sadistic grin that has your pulse skyrocketing. “Not to worry, I can make it.” His tongue coming out to lick some of the blood lingering on his larger canines only has you falling further down your rabbit hole of lust, shivering for reasons entirely unrelated to the cold as he drags his claws from your knee to hold your hole open just enough to butt the head of his cock up against it. You suck a nervous breath through your teeth, but he simply coos into your neck and presses the scalding head of his cock into you.
As your eyes roll back from the stretch, the fleeting thought that it's strange the furry helmets ears are laid back skims the edge of your mind, before Königs sharp teeth are sinking back into the still bleeding portion of your neck, wracking your weak body with pleasure. True to his word, even as you quiver and whine out, his hips keep their steady pace pressing forward, rocking you against the tree hard enough to have you sobbing into the air. Something warm and shockingly firm settles against your rim, but you know he hasn’t bottomed out yet. Yet König pants and laps at your leaking pulse, hips pulling back shallowly just to try and fuck the slightly swelling skin inside of you.
“W-what is-?”As fucked out as your voice sounds, Königs’ sounds more sinful, delightfully deep and rumbling close enough to your ear to have you shaking harder, especially as his tongue drags through the blood drying on your skin. “My Knot, Häschen. All for you, I know it may fill you more than you have taken before. You will do it though, my little fuck bunny~” Though he knew the german endearments got you especially riled up, the sudden vulgarity of the swap has your whole body going tense, legs twitching uselessly in his hold as your orgasm washes through you.
König doesn’t still himself, instead doubling down on his efforts to try and force the quickly swelling bulb of flesh into your clenching hole, teeth digging in just hard enough to have you curling closer around his broad shoulder. The heady pulse of your lust filled blood flooding his mouth has his claws firmly clamping into your hips, dragging you down to meet his jerking ruts up into you. You yowl out a broken noise as König finally forces the knot fully into your hole, whole body shuddering as his own cock twitches harder within you. “Shit, so fucking tight Häschen…”